A Presidential Invitation

I was reflecting upon the sacrifice of relatives, friends and unknown heroes whose lives are the joint guarantors of my liberty, and I was contemplating a suitable tribute for The Journey, when I ran into James Tate, my guest on a previous show. “Did you see my note?” he greeted, with such enormous excitement and anxiety, I hesitated to admit I hadn’t.

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I Wish I Could

Joy, I know. I understand it. So I, too, was caught up in its ring of celebration when Clara’s and Timmy’s bundle arrived, and right on time too. I wish I could share all the love that’s in my heart; remove all the bars that keep us apart. I wish you could know what it means to be me, then you’d see and agree that every man should be free.

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My Christmas Tree

My Christmas Tree is tall and evergreen. Its branches are robust and prickly – the joyous energy of veritable brothers: David and Gaston, Brandon and Deivid, Misha and Pablo. My Christmas tree is sprinkled with joy dust – loads dipped from the shavings of a life alive with the love and laughter above par that of any acquired family spreading hope and cheer: Andre, Leyland, Noel, Ric, Chris, Keith, Joan, Janice, Giilan, Martha, Grace and Yvette.

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Veronica’s Baby (P1) – Intertwined Lives

Veronica is pregnant. Her boyfriend -the father – thinks she is lying. She doesn’t love him. Veronica is 21. She has recently stepped out onto her own and now the bills are piling up. She cannot afford to be pregnant, she is sure, and she cannot afford a baby. “I feel like God was like, you know, you got to do this. You can’t really hold on to something you don’t want,” she says. I listen.

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